Lonely #Friday Fictioneer

Playing cricket with his friends in the courtyard, Bubu hit the ball so hard that it went through the open window of Mr. Sanyal. “Go get the ball, yourself,” friends jealous of his cricketing prowess declared, “this will teach you not to hit so hard.” Mr Sanyal lived alone with his helping hand, Madan, and... Continue Reading →


  It was Christmas day. He had nothing better to do in his empty home. He had recently immigrated to Northern Territories of Canada as a doctor. His wife and kids have not arrived yet. He was bored and decided to go for a walk. Outside temperature was around minus thirty degree centigrade. With wind... Continue Reading →

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